Lets spread out

After Erys harvested the horsetail it didn’t take very long for poor Strix’s sneezing fit to be noticed by Dalila. She was a sweet woman, motherly to all of the young of Fenmyre. She was part of the reason he regretted his sex, being able to deliver their king children, to nurture so naturally like she did. It was beautiful, and something that Erys would never have. He would put the fact from his mind and enjoy Dalila’s qualities as he did his best to guide the youth where he could. It certainly didn’t come as naturally as it did the crowned queen.

Herbology did come naturally for the pearlescent furred man though, and as Strix settled down again he asked for help in gathering his chosen plant. Erys nodded and stepped forward, holding his breath and avoiding the flowers as he carefully picked at the plants. Leaving about four or five inches of stem as he harvested so that the plants could be harvested again after recovery.

"Erystotle Atlas"